Sometimes
Sometimes,
I feel like slicing my wrist,
To put a stop to this unending fight,
Since the blood in my eyes is leaving me blurry.
Sometimes,
I do stand in the garden silent,
Drawn to the great wonders of nature,
As if hypnotized by the enchantment of a woman's gaze,
Then studying every curve and fondling her with my eyes.
Sometimes,
I want to lose,
Because too many winnings have caused me a lot of enmity and pains.
Leaving me scared and insecure,
In a world filled with guns and roses.
Sometimes,
I'm just dying to live,
In this world so cruel and cold,
Making me to put my face up,
As if I'm bleeding from the nose.
Just sometimes!
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